Tree's inquest is glow
whether in the sunny skies...
A fallout from your
waning smile, parades...
Feel autumn's breath on your lips
Fading, gasping, something to say...
Today you are moon,
tomorrow Miranda...
.
sunrise unveiled a promise of treasure...
For the memory of palms,
the pretence lives on...
Touching your
glacier lips with my poems...
Not thinking of you
in vacant mood...
Opening night's silk,
remembering you, under moon...
Poetry stares, unblinkingly,
in dilemma...
I will return you
to yourself in the twilight...
I will not have any
alliance with your words...